Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junkSaid I'm gonna keep this good luck piece Of iron inside my truckThe boy just whispered OKAnd grabbed his old black dogAs we piled on in and cut out throughThat late November fog

Dull as a plowshare rusting in the yardOld Cotton grinned and waved goodbyeWhile the auctioneers all played cardsOn every other SundayI'd walk down to Moe's and backEat a t-bone steak, watch a picture show,For a dollar and a half

Come on little sister get up offa my kneeGonna settle down somedayIn a town called JubileeCome on brother JakeBreak on out and a break freeGonna set things right and set up a houseIn a town called Jubilee

That fog came out of nowhereShort of what I can tellHand to hand we passed that bucketUp and down from the wellGone to CaliforniaUsed to be what folks would sayDown around these parts if it was meI'd have hoped that west bound stage

Come on little sister get up offa my kneeGonna settle down somedayIn a town called JubileeCome on brother JakeBreak on out and a break freeGonna set things right and set up a houseIn a town called Jubilee

One less hallelujahA little less sympathyLily and Jake, the old black dogA pinewood box, a rocking horseAll gone to Jubilee

Come on little sister get up offa my kneeGonna settle down somedayIn a town called JubileeCome on brother JakeBreak on out and a break freeGonna set things right and set up a houseIn a town called Jubilee